People love hiking, but to me it means someone is being lazy and needs to get off their ass and build a road so I can drive there.
The shocking murder of a local Lyft driver has me rethinking doing rideshare again.
Despite the innuendo, click-bait title, and juvenile humor, there is a decided lack of porn in this post. Just me being abused by my crappy ISP. Again.
Want to watch mass chaos? Make Arizonans drive in anything other than sunshine. And when the monsoon thunderstorms hit? Yeah, it's not pretty as I've found out.
When I was thirteen and the old man asked me to prep the barbecue grill, I thought to myself how hard can it be? Well, I was about to find out.
It was oh-dark-30 and I was on an unlit road to nowhere, heading to a town I hadn't even known existed. How the hell did this happen? About thirty minutes before, I had been summoned to the Coach House in Scottsdale at around 12:30 a.m. I'd almost turned off the Uber Driver app to head …
It was oh-dark-30, and I was on an unlit road to nowhere, heading to a town I hadn't even known existed. How the hell did this happen?
I got more than I bargained for when I picked a young woman up one morning.